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Apathy, Chapter 29 Back to the Earth

Unsure of what to do and where to go, Ronnie suggested to head back home, but Daisy refused to listen. She, instead, got out of the car at an intersection and began walking in an arbitrary direction. Jim followed with no thought of his own safety, and Ronnie drove around the corner and found a place to park. As Daisy walked, she heard the sound of anger and dismay.

“Daisy, where are you…” Jim began to ask as he followed behind her when he heard the sound, he asked, “The hell is that?”

“Dunno…” Daisy responded in a daze. She hadn’t heard the noise before she exited the car, but something told her to not give up yet. Eventually, Ronnie caught up with the two after Daisy had discovered what had happened. The searing roar of violence engulfed a city building. As the weeks in the dark ages went on, the world didn’t know how to deal with the lack of communication and technology. So, when accidents, murders, and eventual hateful transgressions occurred, nobody knew what to do until a body was found on the corner of a random street.

Somebody yelled, “What are we supposed to do with these bodies!?”

An official who had been standing at the scene responded by saying, “We’re writing up contracts, and as soon as we find a crew, the bodies will be cleaned up.”

A voice yelled, “That’s not soon enough!”

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Apathy, Chapter 28 Redundancies

After hours of waiting and nothing being said except that Albert had been released, Daisy, Ronnie, and Jim agreed to take the young girl home. Maybe Albert was there, but with no line of communication that he did have readily, it made no sense to think that something but foul play was involved- they tried not to think about it. As they approached the neighborhood, something felt off. There were dark red puddles that driveled down into the gutters from the middle of the street- the street smelled like iron. Something was wrong, and nobody knew exactly what to do when they approached the empty lot that used to be Daisy’s house, she panicked.

“What the fuck!” Daisy yelled with little regard to Daisy, who had gone through a similar event so many years ago. “No fucking way! This is bullshit!” She was in shock and didn’t seem to understand why this would be happening. She opened the door of the car, which was not at a complete stop, and ran out. Her feet fumbled, and she fell on her chest in the middle of the street before she quickly got up and ran to the rubble of her domicile. Mrs. Fields came walking out of her house and greeted Daisy- she couldn’t feel the blood draining out of her elbows, but her neighbor dabbed them with her shirt as she cried.

“Why is this shit happening?” Daisy cried.

Mrs. Fields said, “It was so much worse than that. Thank God you weren’t home.”

“Where’s my dad?”

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Apathy, Chapter 27 Moot

A gun sat neatly in Daisy’s purse, she had often thought about it, and it made her sick to ever think that she would have to use it, but the need almost engulfed the older woman as she ignored the similar feelings that the younger version had been going through.

When the two found their way to Jim and Ronnie, they were standing outside of the police station. I wanted to pistol whip the two for not standing up for my goddamn dad.

Who were these men, anyway? I thought as the two attempted to explain themselves. You could tell that they knew that they were in the wrong. I asked what happened just as Daisy had said the same thing, and the two ignored me and froze in a strange acceptance of fear. They were definitely afraid of her, but why? I mean, she was dying right there in front of us.

Daisy asked in an angered tone that evoked the exact amount of fear that would conjure up the ability to act out of character, “What exactly are you two fucks doing just standing around here when they’re trying to put Albert away for murder?!”

Ronnie took a step forward in a cowardly away and said, “They won’t even let us talk to him.” These moments were passing through my mind as I stared in the cold eyes of who was to be known as the “Superior Officer.” He didn’t hesitate, nor did he say much but that Albert, my dad, was let go. Let go, out into the world where it would be up to him to decide what he would be doing. I found that odd, knowing that just a few hours ago we got a phone call, a phone call that I was told would have been impossible to have been made. They assured us that their systems weren’t up yet. Their systems can’t even make a normal phone call, so they said. This doesn’t make any sense. Read more…

Drama Queen

The nature at which my mind wonders is about half the notion of which where it stammers to do simple thought or just be-
human is not a thing one does well.
My stomach is tucked away neatly in my throat and I don’t see the end of this pain.
The pain at which that has plagued my body for the last…
I was going to say few, but it had been far too long with this pain.
This feeling of neglect for my self as a person that has somehow manifested itself in a welt that bleeds and dictates my comfort.
I am not comfortable and I hadn’t in the last few years, but that’s beside the point.
The boiling point subsides itself by the mere guidance or lack there of.
It’s the point at which my mind explodes with rage and indignities,
but I hadn’t done that yet.
I’m looking for solace, Ringo.
Yet there seems to be no point to meander.
The fleshy overtones that cascade our lives are frivolous.
They’re just another reminder of the ever impending doom that plagued existence for the better part of forever.
Simple yet powerful waves of destruction reach the innermost emptiness of human existence-
The thing that we strive to do, survive.
Like a beetle trying to shit out larva to maintain a reason for being,
we humans do that with little regard to our actual reason for-

The dire circumstances that revolve around the reveled disdain of our fallacy of existence crumble on one notion that bleeds out the ass as much as it heals.

Apathy, Chapter 26 Red Tape

The hospital room was overly lit as Albert laid there with a hole in his arm and an understandable disdain for the rat bastards that handcuffed his good arm to the bed. At this time in his life, he could barely rent a car. The vibrations in the operating room were hectic, he could feel the intensity of the doctors. They didn’t care if he lived, but would rather have him die. He was affiliated with a gang that was later translated into the video game state as Grove Street. Albert found himself trying his damndest to think of excuses as to why he had been seen with Shay, let alone shot in the arm when he was with her. The malnourished looking white girl that had a reputation for sucking a cock for the better part of a five dollar bill- this was a lie, but her reputation wasn’t that far off from the truth. So, when a jilted ex of hers found out that she was fraternizing with a lackadaisical gang banger named Albert, well it was a matter of time before the two were punished for being free individuals. Read more…

Apathy, Chapter 25 Return to Normalcy

All it took was John’s phone to ring for him to know that he needed to get down to the radio station.

The mic cracked, and without a musical bed, he yelled, “Holey Moley! I’m Savage Henry and welcome back America! Wow! I can’t believe that after, I don’t even know how long it had been, but damn! Things have gotten pretty nutty in the last remaining time on this Earth. Have you looked up to the sky? That effin’ rock looming upon us, we get it! Just a matter of time, I suppose. Let’s just hope we have all gotten our ducks in a row, because… well because! There’s so much to get to and no way of doing that, so here’s something I know that nobody is sick of, MUSIC!” The Rolling Stones’ Start Me Up started to play as John’s headphones flew off his head. He yelled to his producer, who was still half asleep, “Hey, where’s the fucking news? I’m looking at my prep, and all I got is that nonsense about global warming. This is major, man!”

Erik, the producer, nodded and said, “I’m sorry, we’re barely getting back online right now, I can’t print anything out until-” Read more…

Apathy, Chapter 24 Chips

I didn’t know what felt weirder: my dad in jail or the fact that he remembered Daisy’s home phone line. She looked at me with a saddened look before she decided not to say anything. She struggled to get up and walked away. I’m not sure exactly what that was about, but it made me feel alone. What the hell am I supposed to do? I could feel it from Daisy, she had an opinion, but she was keeping that to herself. I took a minute to myself before I decided to get up and find the old woman.

I asked, “Daisy? Can you drive me to the police station? Daisy?” I looked all over the house, and she was nowhere to be found until I stepped outside. She was sitting in the car, and I knew that she felt the same as me and that this was the right thing to do. The car was already on, and within a few seconds, we were already on our way down.

Daisy slowed the car down for a second and with her wrinkled skinny arms quietly said to herself, “God bless you, Paul.” Then she began to pick up speed. Read more…